REALICIDE
YOUTH RECORDS
EVOLVE
“BREAKING DOWN THE BARRIERS” LP / CD
/ zine
The Lifted
yo i’m coming from the
i never take no shit, i never fold, i never drop
i walk a backwards path, through the noose to knot
i once forgot, like mango bays and ocean rot
the sweetest fruit don’t taste so sweet
even if it’s slightly bruised
the jester’s court of justice ax
i’m not even slightly amused
a man worked hard all his life
and all he got was a broken back
the populist is abused
the precious children they are lied to, deceived, and misused
international sex trade, bourgeois propagandas
fake-god incarnate
devil-white-man patriotic spew
third world helicopter, dirt as people view
i’m disillusioned and i strongly admire
that there is nothing i can do
like ba-biggity-blow, this mosque or this Moi
who follows who how?
it’s like my people can’t see shit today
just eatin good food fluff they pillows
sleep to lay
i ain’t in the mood coy cowards crumble
as clay
much to my satisfaction happiness and dismay
this is how we is turning the tides and taking a stride
into the belly of the beast, it creeps, the streets
onto the next corner where we will eventually meet, salu
a god or gem, I follow no men
an eventual sum of cigarette taxes and average drunk bums
i ain’t about livin
in no world where i can’t love no pretty little girls
cause she’s my one or she’s the one
the other night i got drunk on a poem
coughed some come in a trojan
and when i fell for their slogan fell hard
enough and deep enough
to bite the bottom, screamin crime I got
him, crime I gothim
Cloak and Dagger poem
rooks join together in the merriment of blood
foolish caesar let his guard down
history books on scribbled napkin paper
dissolving sacred bullets held against a chest of blood
they said he must have had mud in his ear drums
because he could hear the singing of the ringing shots
he could not hear what in death was music
or see the pride in laying down your body/ feed the beast
war machine is hungry
appearance of gnashing teeth devour
fossil-fuels/ barbwire-skeletons
filling up the oceans with blood to drink of gin:
oh kings of the earth you are so dumb and mighty
stirring your senses into a frenzy
building pyramids with much on bottom/ few on top
getting lost in circuit boards of reason
lifting up a bridge to spill a river
it is a mighty hand that guides us, but it is the hand of man
the hand of man and it is to be severed upon the arrival of his
conquest
he who loves life, life will surely be take from him
proverbs of a broken angel
boxcars chugging through the western night
sirens shredding silence
a million lights lighting up like insects in the night
splattered on a windshield
and we are stretched across a canvas stained with blood
blood.
The True American West
wheels rolling across cactus lands
and sunburst sands ferocious
I
shift a glance, the lounging lizards,
the dry skin cracking pavement,
across poverty parades of mud faced children,
the crumbled snapshot-dust-town-adolescent,
thump of flat tire bicycles.
wall drug signs gather for miles
to a meaningless
heap,
vultures circling dry bones of knowledge,
meatless city
intellect
combing sand stones.
truck stops, flannel shirts, and roughnecks,
spoon diners
wafting tints of grease,
marlboro-men coughing morning
razor thin drags of
smoke
and jolts of
coffee blackest,
immigrant Mexican dish clatter,
like music of the dead peoples,
then garbled
voices, silence.
broken neon hotels flashing
monotone vacancy
like fireworks
pulsing
through the gentle small town dusk
where blue jean boys sip grins in pick ups,
shout to passers by, whistle,
shoot pool, =, spit laughter,
chase the pink seclusion of skirt-less virgins,
breathless
moan of summer,
grass and broken corn stalks,
rosy blushing girls like frozen mountains,
like winding narrow roads
on rocky cliff
face,
elevations made my ears deaf,
as dim lights
blotched
a streaming
highway night.
(endless tumble-weed twisted-spoke bars of loneliness
where a thousand blank
pianos fracture melody
the sound of
quarters clank to coffee cans
brimming sorrow in shot glass bullets:
out west ablaze remembering.)
i
witness the majestic buffalo cross the great divide,
music of the dead
peoples,
in the land of
sacred hills
and
arrowheads
and hypnotic peyote trance,
also gallon
hats and leather stud boots,
slurping cattle
grease,
and tanking
whiskey moons:
ass-wiping promise
treaties
in backyard
outhouses
a consuming
stench
and hands that shall
never come clean
though washed a
million times
though
rinsed a million times
shall never.
I have always felt the light is narrow
I have always felt the darkness gather heavy up
above
The storm clouds sweep the city
Like the jungle filled with rain:
The squeal of clustered bumps amongst cocaine
traffic
It’s a brand new day/hideous light feedback
against the tone of television actors
Cocaine addicts/filling your airwaves with
sickness
Give the people no room to breath/lay it heavy
No room to breath/ know
their game plan
Know the pushing of our will is not enough
Myths of martyrs and men of iron will
Oil drill against my spine
I can’t stand up
I can’t live in the world
if there’s no world to live in
if it’s left to the hungry furnace
if the addiction is so fierce that most are starving
if the wolves are being let to feed amongst us:
as you cower in you’re castles of cowardice
kings of the earth
you are so dumb and mighty
stirring your senses into a frenzy
ravaging the earth/building pyramids with much on bottom
few on top/blind eye surveillance/march with torn flag to nowhere:
a man who’s scared of death
a man who’s scared of dying
hospital portals/to and from this world
always high enough
I reach:
above me it is so radiantly narrow.
REBIRTH OF COOL
my fellas got them knockas
/we illumination watch us
false witness/claim imperialism as moral fitness
i paid attention to that thought form/made it my own form
didn’t conform/i didn’t do it for scorn
it’s a matter of self /to be born
crown tilt the jewels/ to the prince of the norm
clay fetus to form/ from invisible sperm
lifeforce solid gold/i and i
the truth beholds
the allies are narrow/the eye of a sparrow
armor flesh rejects the arrow/sky is born
it’s beautiful/and it doesn’t burn
it’s like butter man/slow to churn and slow to learn but thorough
that’s the word/i dictate third/descending
through the thunder clouds of mur-
der/buried
soldiers in fur/the shoulder of death reminds them of cures
i am speaking through the hollow of truth/that is pure
i don’t fuck with doubt/ i reassure
cultural sadistic/never too late
constantly changing/mathematical
i hope i got things poppin
before/sorry i’m leakin
but my brain is a faucet/that’s all i
afford
just stayin on earth till i’m cured/ free that is in the eternal bliss of me that is
so raise the roof/i don’t care/or shove it
or get on some extended elevation trip/ miles and miles above it
linguistical/ sorta like a ritual
keeping me and everyone around me on point/anoint
definitely now/ don’t kill me no cows
don’t’ take me no part/ a no murders that’s fowl
my page lights up in a dark room sudden/when i’m
writin
exciting/ i get off an average page what ya’ll mothafuckas get off a life uv bitin
stupid
PLAGUE REVISITED
The kings of all men,
surround me in hoards
They starve me with judgment and boil my sores
The locusts now tongues
Which blacken the earth
And slander the soil
As meaningless turfs.
All life is sacred,
don’t deny what I’m worth
Send me to battle, a star spangled hearse
I forsake all our boundaries
I spit on our birth
The chariot’s
horseman in turbulent surf.
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